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by the Interne! 

L Archive 


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No. 96 Washington Street, 


The Hymns in this collection are those which are sought and used 
in times of religious interest. We have long felt the need of a small 
collection, so cheap that all could have them, and so familiar that all 
could sing them. 

With the desire that God would greatly bless their use, they are 
humhly dedicated to all whose prayer is, '* O Lord, revive thy 
work I " A. B. EARLE. 

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by A. B. Eable, in the 
Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. 

Geo. C. RA.ND & Avekt, PKiifXEKS. 


J Tune, Coming Home, M 

1 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord, — 

Your great Deliverer sing f 
Pilgrims, for Zion^s city bound, 
Be joyful in your King ! 

2 A hand divine shall lead you on 

Through all the blissful road, 
Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling God. 

3 March on in your Redeemer's strength. 

Pursue his footsteps still ; 
And let the prospect cheer your eye 
" While laboring up the hill. 


They're coming home, they're coming home. 
Behold them coming home, 
And saints and angels joy display, 
O'er sinners coming home. 

2 Tune, Dedham. 

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 

To be exalted thus ; 
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply. 
For he was slain for us. 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honor and power divine ; 
And blessings more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, forever thine. 


8 Tune, Coronation. C. M 

1 All hail the power of Jesus^ name, 

Let arjgels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of aU. 

2 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall, * 
Go spread your trophies at his feet. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 0, that, with yonder sacred throng. 

We at his feet may fall ! 
We^ll join the everlasting song. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 Tune, / do Believe 

1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 

And did my Sovereign die ? 
Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a, wretch as I ? 

Remember me, remember me ; 
Lord, remember me I 
Remember all thy dying groans. 
And then remember me. 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done 

lie groanM upon the tree ? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown I 
And love beyond degree 1 
Remember me, &c. 

3 But drops of tears can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe ; 
Here, Lord, I give myself away — 
'Tis all that I can do 1 
Remember me, &c. 

Tune, Lenox 

1 Arise, my soul^ arise I 

Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
The bleeding sacrifice 

In my behalf appears ; 
Before the throne my surety stands, 
My narae is written on his hands. 

2 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 

Received on Calvary ; 
They pour effectual prayers, 

They strongly plead for me : — 
Forgive him, forgive, they cry, 
Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 

3 The Father hears him pray. 

His dear Anointed One ; 
He cannot turn away 

The presence of his Son ; 
His Spirit answers to the blood. 
And tells me I am born of God. 

Tune, Gross and Grown, 

1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 
No : there's a cross for every one. 
And there's a cross for me. 

2 How happy are the saints above. 

Who once went sorrowing here ; 
But now they taste unmingled love, 
And joy without a tear. 

3 The consecrated cross Fll bear, 

Till death shall set me free. 
And then go home, my crown to wear, — 
For there's a crown for me ! 

Tune, Bdkrma. 

1 0, FOR a closer walk with God I 

A calm and heavenly frame, 
A light to shine upon the road. 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Where is the bless<3dness I knew 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus aad his word ? 

3 Return, holy Dove, return. 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn 
And drove thee from my breast. 

4 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whatever that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

Tune, Boylst^n. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 

The wondering angels see ; 
Be thou astonished, my soul. 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 

Each sin demands a tear ; 
In heaven alone no sin is found. 
And there's no weeping there. 


9 TuNr, Olmutz 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love ; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; * 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part. 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

10 Tune, Pleading Saviour. 

1 Now the Saviour standeth pleading. 

At the sinner^ s bolted heart ; 
Now in heaven he^s interceding, 

Undertaking sinner's part. 
Sinners, can you hate this Saviour ? 

Will you thrust him from your arms ? 
Once he died for your behavior, 

Now he calls you by his charms. 

2 0, be wise before you languish 

On the bed of dying strife ; 
Endless joy, or dreadful anguish, 

Turn upon the events of life. 
Sinners, can you hate, &c. 


11 Tune, Beautiful Land, 

1 A BEAUTIFUL land by faith I see, 
A land of rest, from sorrow free, 

The home of the ransomed, bright and fair, 
And beautiful angels too, are there. 
Will you go ? Will you go ? &c. 

2 That beautiful land, the city of light, 

It ne^er has known the shades of night ; 
The glory of God, the light of day. 
Hath driven the darkness far away. 
Will you go ? Will you go ? &c. 

3 In vision I see its streets of gold, 
Its beautiful gates I, too, behold, 
The river of life, the crystal sea. 
The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree. 

^ Will you go ? Will you go ? &c. 

4 The heavenly throng, arrayed in white, 
In rapture range the plains of light ; 
And in one harmonious choir they praise 
Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace. 

Will you go ? Will you go ? &c. 

12 Tune, Gamhridge, 

1 Salvation I Oh, the joyful sound 1 

'Tis pleasure to our ears, 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin. 

At helFs dark door we lay ; 
But we arise, by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation I let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around. 
While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 


13 ' Tune, Depth cf Mercy, 

1 Depth of mercy I can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Can my God his wrath forbear ? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 

God is love I I know, I feel ; 
Jesus weeps, and loves me still ; 
Jesus weeps, he weeps, and loves me still. 

2 Now incline me to repent ; 
Let me now my sins lament ; 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

God is love, etc. 

14 Tune, WeHl stem the Storm. 

1 Jerusalem, my happy home. 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, and thee ? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 

And pearly gates behold ? 
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, ^ 
And streets of shining gold ? 

3 when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
Where congregations ne^er break up, 
And Sabbaths have no end ? 

4 Jerusalem, my happy home I 

My soul still pants for thee ; 
Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 



Tune, Even Ma 


Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing. 
Thou art scattermg full and free ; 

Showers the thirsty land refreshing ; 
Let some droppings fall on me, — 

Even me. 

2 Pass me not, God, our Father ! 

Sinful though my heart may be ; 
Thou might^st leave me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy light on me ! — 

Even me. 

3 Pass me^not, 0, gracious Saviour I 

Let me live and cling to thee ; 
For I'm longing for thy favor ; 

Whilst thou art calling, 1 call me, — 

Even me. 

16 Tune, / Do Believe 

1 There is a fountain filled with blood, 

Drawn from ImmanueFs veins ; 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 
I do believe, I now believe, 
That Jesus died for me ; 
And through his blood, his precious blood, 
I shall from sin be free. 

2 Dear, dying Lamb ! Thy precious blooa 

Shall never lose its power. 
Till all the ransomed church of G Dd 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeerning love has been my theme, 
A nd Miiiiii be till 1 die. 


Tune, Jesus Paid it All 

1 Nothing, either great or small, 

Remains for me to do ; 
Jesus died, and paid it all, — 
Yes, all the debt I owe. 
J*esus paid it all, &c. 

2 Till to Jesus' work you cling, 

Alone by simple faith, 
Doing is a deadly thing. 
All doing ends in death. 
Jesus paid it all, &c. 

3 Cast your deadly doing down, 

Down, all at Jesus' feet ; 
Stand in him, in him alone. 
All glorious and complete. 
Jesus paid it all, &c. 

Tune, Martin. 

Mary to the Saviour's tomb. 

Hasted at the early dawn ; 
Spice she brought, and rich perfume, 

But the Lord she loved had gone. 
For awhile she lingering stood, 

Filled with sorrow and surprise. 
Trembling, while a crystal flood, 

Issued from her weeping eyes. 

But her sorrows quickly fled 

When she heard his welcome voice ; 
Christ had risen from the dead — 

Now he bids her heart rejoice, 
What a change his word can make, 

Turning darkness into day ; 
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake. 

He will wipe your tears away. 


19 Tune, Disciple 

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken. 
All to leave and follow thee ; 

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
Thou from hence my all shalt be. 

Perish every fond ambition, ' 

All IVe sought, or hoped, or known ; — 

Yet how rich is my condition ; 

God and heaven are still my own. 

2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 
They have left my Saviour too ; 

Human hearts and looks deceive me, 
Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 

And whilst thou shalt smile upon me, 
God of wisdom, love, and might. 

Foes may hate, and friends disown me, — 
Show thy face, and all is bright. 

3 Perish earthly fame and treasure ; 

Come disaster, scorrf, and pain ; 
In thy service pain is pleasure ; 

With thy favor lo§s is gain : 
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me. 

While thy love is left to me ; 
Oh Hwere not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with thee. 


Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 
Welcome to this heart of mine : 

Lord, I make a full surrender, 

Every power and thought be thine ; 
Thine entirely, 

Through eternal ages thine. 


Tune, Necurer to Thee. 

1 Nearer, my God, to thee, — 

Nearer to thee ! 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

2 There let my way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee 1 

3 Then with my waking thoughts 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

4 And when on joyful wing 

Cleaving the sky. 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I'fiy ; 
Still, all my song shall be. 
Nearer, my God, to thee. 

Nearer to thee I 

Tune, To-Day. 

1 To-day th^ Saviour calls. 
Ye wanderers, come ; 
0, ye benighted souls. 
Why longer roam ? 


2 To-day the Saviour calls : 

For refuge fly ;* 
The storm of justice falls, 
And death is nigh. 

3 The Spirit calls to-day : 

Yield to his power : 
0, grieve him not away ; 
'Tis mercy's hour. 

23 Tune, Ariel, C. P. 

1 0, COULD I speak the matchless worth, 
0, could I sound the glories forth 

Which in my Saviour shine ! 
rd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
• And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, 
In notes almost divine. 

2 Vd sing the precious blood he spilt. 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin and wrath divine : 
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all perfect, heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 

3 rd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of Iqvc he wears. 

Exalted on his throne : 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all his glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come, 
When my dear Lord will bring me home. 

And I shall see his face ; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity Pll spend, 

Triumphant in his grace. 


24 Tune, PleyeVs Hymn. 

1 Haste, sinner ! — now te wise ; 

Stay not for the morrow^s sun ; 
Wisdom if you still despise. 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Haste, — and mercy now implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow^s sun, 
Lest thy season should be o'er, 
Ere this evening^ s stage be run. 

3 Haste, sinner ! — now return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Haste, sinner 1 — now be blest 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

25 Tune, Hebron. L. M 

1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, — 
A mortal man ashamed of thee I 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise. 
Whose glories shine through endless day^ I 

2 Ashamed of Jesus I — that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend I 
No I — when I blush, be this my sh^me, — 
That I no more revere his name. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may. 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

4 Till then, — nor is my boasting vain, — 
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ; 

And, 0, may this my glory be, 

That Christ is not ashamed of me. 


26 Tune, Hamburg, 

1 Just as I am, without one plea 

But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bidst me come to thee, — 
Lamb of God, I come, I come. 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
Lamb of God, I come, I come. 

3 Just as I am, thou wilt receive. 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, 
Because thy promise I believe, — 

Lamb of God, I come, 1 come. 
4: Just as I am, thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down 
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, — 

Lamb of God, I come, I come. 

27 . Tune, Fm a Pilgrim, 

1 Fm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 

I pan tarry, I can tarry but a night ; 
Do not detain me, for I am going 
To where the fountains are ever flowing. 
I'm a pilgrim, and Pm a stranger ; 
^ I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 

2 There the glory is ever shining ; 

I am longing, I am longing for the sight ; 
Here in this country so dark and dreary, 
I have been wandering forlorn and weary 
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 

3 There's the city to which I journey ; 
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light, 
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
There is no sin there, nor any dying. 
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 


28 Tune, Garden Bymn. 

1 The Lord into his garden comes, 
The spices yield their rich perfumes, 

The lilies grow and thrive ; 
Refreshing showers of grace divine 
From Jesus flow to every vine, 

Which make the dead revive. 

2 0, that this dry and barren ground 
In springs of water may abound, 

A fruitful soil become : 
The desert blossoms as the rose. 
While Jesus conquers all his foes, 

And makes his people one. 

3 The glorious time is rolling on, 
The gracious work is now begun, 

My soul a witness is : 
I t-aste and see the pardon free 
For all mankind as well as me. 

Who come to Christ may live. 

4 Amen, amen, my soul replies, 

I^m bound to meet you in the skies, 

And claim my mansion there ; 
Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, 
To meet you in that heavenly land. 

Where we shall part no more. 

29 Tune, Happy Day. 

1 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice 

On thee, my Saviour, and ray God ; 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 
Happy day, Happy day, &c. 

2 'Tis done, — the great transaction's done : 

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; 
He drew me, and I followed on. 
Rejoiced to oVn the call divine. 
Happy day, happy day, &c. 


3 Now rest, — my long-divided hoart, — 

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest, — 
Here have I found a nobler part, 

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast ; 
Happy day, Happy day, &c. 

4 High heaven, that hears the solemn vow, 

That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
Till in lifers latest hour I bow, 

And bless in death a bond so dear. 
Happy day, happy day, &c. 

30 Tune, Sweet Hour of Prayer, 

1 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I 
That calls me from a world of care, 

An4 bids me at my Father^ s throne. 
Make all my wants and wishes known. 
In seasons of distress and grief. 
My soul has often found relief, 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 

2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I 
Thy wings shall my petition bear. 

To him whose truth and faithfulness. 
Engage the waiting soul to bless ; 
And since he bids me seek his face. 
Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
I'll cast on him my every care, 
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 

3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I 
May I thy consolation share ; 

Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, 
I view my home, and take my flight : 
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise 
To seize the everlasting prize ; 
And shout, while passing through the air, 
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. 


31 Tune, World of Light 

1 There is a beautiful world, 

Where saints and angels sing ; 
A world where peace and pleasure reign, 
And heavenly praises ring. 
We'll be there, we'll be there. 
Palms of Yic'try, Crowns of glory we shall wear, 
In that beautiful world on high. 

2 There is a beautiful world, 

Where sorrows never come ; 
A world where tears shall never fall. 
In sighing for our home. 

3 There is a beautiful world, 

Of harmony and love ; 
0, may we safely enter there. 
And dwell with God above. 

32 Tune, Marching Along, 

1 The converts are gathering from near and 

from far, 

The trumpet is sounding the call for the war, 
The conflict is raging, Hwill be fearful and 

We'll gird on our armor and be marching 

Marching along, we are marching along. 
Gird on the armor and be marching along,-*^- 

2 We've listed for life, and will camp on the 


With Christ . as our Captain, we never will 

The Word and the Spirit, both trusty and 

We'll hold in our hands as we're marching 
Marching along, &n. 


33 Tune, Best for the Weary. 

1 In the Christianas home in glory 

There remains a land of rest ; 
There my Saviour's gone before me. 
To fulfil my souFs request. 

There is rest for the weary, 

There is rest for you ; 
On the other side of J ordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 

There is rest for you. 

2 He is fitting up a mansion, 

Which eternally shall stand ; 
For my stay shall not be transient 
In that holy, happy land, 
Cho. — There is rest, etc. 

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; 
But in that celestial centre 
I a crown of life shall wear, 
Cho. — There is rest, etc. 

84 Tune, Valiant Soldier, C. M. 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb ; 
And shall I fear to own his cause. 
Or blush to speak his name ? 
Let us never mind the scoffs nor the frowns of 

the world. 
For we've all got the cross to bear. 
It will only make the crown the brighter to shiae, 
When we have the crown to weari 


2 Must T be carried to the skies, 

On flowery beds of ease, 
Whilv-i others fought to win the prize. 
And bailed through bloody seas ? 
Let us never mind the scoffs, &c. 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must 1 not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

Let us never mind the scoffs, &c. 

Tune, Lebanon^ 

1 I WAS a wandering sheep, 

I did. not love the fold ; 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled. 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home ; 
I did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, 

The Father sought his child ; 
They followed me o'er vale and hill. 

O'er desert, waste, and wild. 
They found me nigh to death. 

Famished, and faint, and lone, 
They bound me with the bands of love, 

They saved the wandering one. 

3 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 

'T was he that loved my soul, 
'T was he that washed me in his blood, 

'T was he that made me whole. 
I was a wayward child, 

I once preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 

I love, I lo^e his home. 


Tune, Olivet 

1 My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away ; 
Oh, let me from this day. 

Be wholly thine. 

2 May thy rich grace impart, 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As thou hast died for me. 
Oh, may my love to thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 

Tune, Devotion 

1 Nay, I cannot let thee go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 
Once a sinner, near despair. 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer : 
Mercy heard and set him free, — 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

2 Many years have passed since then. 
Many changes have I seen, 

Yet have been upheld till now, — 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 
Nay, I must maintain my hold ; 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take 
When T plead for Jesus' sake. 


38 Tune, Say^ Brothers. 

1 Say, brothers, will you meet us ; 
Say, brothers, will you meet us ; 
Say, brothers, will you meet us, 
On Canaan^s happy shore ? 

By the grace of God we'll meet you ; 
By the grace of God we'll meet you ; 
By the grace of God we'll meet you, 
Where parting is no more. 

2 Jesus lives and reigns forever ; 
Jesus lives and reigns forever ; 
Jesus lives and reigns forever, 

On Canaan's happy shore. 

Glory, glory, hallelujah ; 
Glory, glory, hallelujah ; 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
Forever, evermore. 

39 Tune, No Sorrow there. 

1 SING to me of heaven. 

When I am called to die. 
Sing songs of holy ecstasy, 

To waft my soul on high. — Gho. 

2 When the last moment comes, 

0, watch my dying face. 
To catch the bright seraphic gleam. 
Which o'er my features plays. — Gho, 

3 Then to my raptured soul 

Let one sweet song be given, 
Let music cheer me last on earth. 
And greet me first in heaven. — Gho. 

4 Then round my senseless clay. 

Assemble those I love. 
And sing of heaven, delightful heaven, 
My glorious home above. — Gho, 


40 Tune, Surrender. 

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come 
To call thy ransom^ people home, 

Shall I among them stand ? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand ? 

2 I love to meet among them now, 
Before thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But can I bear the piercing thought ? 
What if my name should be left out, 

When thou for them shall call I 

3 Prevent it. Lord, by thy rich grace ; 
B€ thou my souFs sure hiding-place, 

In this the accepted day ; 
Thy pardoning voice, let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear ; 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

41 Tune, Kentucky- 

1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 

A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky. 

2 To serve the present age. 

My calling to fulfil ; 
Oh, may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live ; 
And oh, thy servant. Lord, prepare, 
A strict account to give ! 

4 Help me to watch and pray. 

And on thyself rely, 
As^ed, if I my trust betray, 
I shall forever die. 


42 Tune, Woodland. 

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Or to defend his cause ; 
Maintain the honor of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God, I know his name, — 

His name is all my trust ; 
if or will he put my soul to shame. 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands 

And he can well secure 
What Fve committed to his hands 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name. 

Before his Father's face. 
And in the new Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

43 Tune, How happy are ihey. 

1 Oh ! how happy are they 
Who their Saviour obey, 

And have laid up their tr,easure above I 

Tongue can never express 

The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love. 

2 That sweet comfort was mine, 
When the favor divine 

I had found in the blood of the Lamb. 

When at first I believed. 

What true joy I received I 
What a heaven in Jesus' sweet name. 

3 'T was a heaven below. 
My Redeemer to know ; 

And the angels could do nothing more 

Than to fall at his feet. 

And the story repeat, 
And the Lover of sinners adore. 


44 Tune, Foster. 

1 We speak of the realms of the blest. 

That country- so bright and so fair ; 
And oft are its glories confessed, — 
But what must it be to be there 1 

2 We speak of its freedom from sin, 

From sorrow, temptation, and care, 
From trials without and within, — 
But what must it be to be there I 

3 We speak of its service of love. 

The robes which the glorified wear, 
The church of the first-born above, — 
But what must it be to be there I 

4 Lgrd, in this valley of woe. 

Our spirits for heaven prepare ; 
And shortly we also shall know, 
And feel what it is to be there ! 

45- Tune, We^ II stem the Storm, 

1 When I can read my title clear. 

To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

Gho. — We^ll stem the storm, &c. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage. 

And fiery darts be hurled, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage. 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come. 

And storms of sorrow fall ! 
May I but safely reach my home, ' 
My God, my heaven, my all. 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, 

In seas of heavenly rest. 
And not a wave of trouble roll, 
Across my peaceful breast. 


46 Tune, Bock of Age% 

1 EocK of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee I 
Let the water and the blood , 
Prom thy wounded side that flow'd, 
Be of sin the perfect cure ; 

Save me. Lord, and make me pure. 

2 Should my tears forever flow, 
Should my zeal no languor know, 
This for sin could not atone, 

" Thou mu^t save, and thou alone : 
In my hand no price I bring, 
Simply to thy cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyelids close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
And behold thee on thy throne, 
Eock of Ages, cleft for me. 

Let me hide myself in thee. 

47 Tune, GreenviUe. 

1 Saviour, visit thy plantation. 

Grant us. Lord, a gracious rain ; 
All will come to desolation 
Unless thou return again. 

2 Surely once thy garden flourished. 

Every plant looked gay and green ; 
Then thy word our spirits nourished, — 
Happy seasons we have seen. 

3 Some, in whom we once delighted, 

We shall meet no more below ; 
Some, alas ! we fear are blighted. 
Scarce a single leaf they show. 

4 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither. 

Thou canst make them bloom again ; 
0, permit them not to wither. 
Let not all our hopes be vain. 


48 e&rs. 

1 Weeping soul, no longer mourn, 
Jesus all thy griefs hath borne ; 
View him bleeding on the tree, 

. Pouring out his life for thee ; 
There thy every sin he bore, 
Weeping soul, lament no more, 

2 All thy crimes on him were laid ; 
See upon his blameless head 
Wrath its utmost vengeance pours, 
Due to my offence and yours ; 
Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 

On the atoning sacrifice. 

3 Cast thy guilty soul on him, 
Find him mighty to redeem ; 
At his feet thy burden lay, 
Look thy doubts and fears away ; 
Now by faith the Son embrace. 
Plead his promise, trust his grace. 

49 Tune, PleyeVs Hymn 

1 When thy mortal life is fled. 

When the death-shades o- er thee spread. 
When is finished thy career. 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear? 

2 When the world has passed away, 
When draws near the judgment-day. 
When the awful trump shall sound. 
Say, where wilt thou be found ? 

3 When the Judge descends in light. 
Clothed in majesty and might, 
When the wicked quail with fear. 
Where, where wilt thou appear ? 

4 While the Holy Ghost is nigh. 
Quickly to the Saviour fly ; 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ; 
Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 

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50 Tune, Fm Gcing Home 

1 My heavenly home is bright and fair ; 
Nor pain, nor death can enter there ; 
Its glittering towers the sun outsliine ; 
That heavenly mansion shall be mine ; 

I^m going home, I'm going home, 
I'm going home to die no more. 
To die no more, to die no more, 
I'm going home to die no more. 

2 My father's house is built on high. 
Far, far above the starry sky ; 
When from this earthly prison free. 
That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 

3 Let others seek a home below. 

Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow ; 

Be mine the happier lot to own 

A heavenly mansion near the throne. 

51 Tune, Uxbridye 

1 There is a land mine eye hath seen. 

In visions of enraptured thought, 
So bright that all which spreads between 
Is with its radiant glory fraught ; 

2 A land upon whose blissful shore 

There rests no shadow, falls no stain ; 
There those who meet shall part no more, 
And those long parted meet again. 

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, 

With varying hues of shade and light ; 
It hath no need of suns to rise. 
To dissipate the gloom of night. 

4 There sweeps no desolating wind 

Across that calm, serene abode ; 
The wanierer there a home may find 
Within the Paradise of God. 


Tun e, Will you go. 

We're travelling home to heaven above : 

Will you go ? 
To sing the Saviour's dying love : 

Will you go ? 
Millions have reached that blest abode, 
Anointed kings and priests to God : 
And millions more are on the road ; 

Will you go ? 

2 The way to heaven is straight and plain : 

Will you go? 
Repent, believe, be born again : 

Will you go ? 
The Saviour cries aloud to thee, 
" Take up thy cross and follow me, 
And thou shalt my salvation see : 

Will you go ? 

3 Oh, could I hear some sinner say, 

''I will go.'' 
Oh, could I hear him humbly pray. 

Make me go/' 
And all his old companions tell, 
" I will not go with you to hell ; 
I long with Jesus Christ to dwell : 

Let me go." 



Happy the spirit released from its clay ; 
Happy the soul that goes bounding away ; 
Singing, as upward it hastes to the skies, 

Victory ! victory ! homeward I rise/' 
Many the toils it has passed through below, 
Many the seasons of trial and woe ; 
Many the doubtings it never should sing 
Victory I victory ! thus on the wing. 


54 * Tune, Expostulation, 

1 TURN ye, turn ye, foi why will you die. 
When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh ? 
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, 
And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, 
Your hearts may grow better by staying away ! 
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you 


While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive, 
how can you question if you will believe ? 

If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 
^Tis you he bids welcome ; he bids you come 

4 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour 

your heart. 

And, trusting in heaven, we never shall part ; 
how can we leave you ? why will you not 
come ? 

We^U journey together, and soon be at home. 

55 Tune, Fount, 

1 Jesus sought me when a stranger. 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to save my soul from danger, 
Interposed his precious blood. 

I love Jesus ; He's my Saviour, 

I love Jesus, yes I do ; 
I do fove Jesus ; He's my Saviour, 
Jesus smiles and loves me to. 

2 Oh, to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
Bind my wandering heart to tliee I 
I love Jesus, &c 


56 ^ * Tune, Zim. 

1 Guide me, thou great Jehovah, 

Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
Hold me with thy powerful hand : 

Bread of Heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open now the crystal fountain, 

Whence the healing waters flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Guide me all my journey through : 

Strong Deliverer, 
Be thou still my strength and shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside : 
Bear me through the swelling current, 
Land me safe on Canaan^s side ; 

Songs of praises 
I will ever give to thee. 

57 Tune, Northfield. 

1 FOR a thousand tongues to sing 

My dear Redeemer's praise ! 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace. 

2 Jesus, the name that calms our fears. 

That bids our sorrows cea^e ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

3 He breaks the power of reigning sin. 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood availed for me. 


5B Tune, Harvest past, 

1 When the harvest is past, and the summer is 

And sermons and prayers shall be o^er ; [gone, 
When the beams cease to break of the sweet 
Sabbath morn,- 

And Jesus invites thee no more ; 
When the rich gales af mercy no longer shall 

The gospel no message declare ; [blow, 
Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailings 

How suffer the night of despair 1 [of woe I 

2 When the holy have gone to the regions of 

To dwell in their mansions above ; [peace, 
When their harmony wakes in the fulness of 

Their song to the Saviour they love ; [bliss, 
Say, sinner, that lives at rest and secure, 

Who fearest no trouble to come, 
Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure 

Or bear the impenitent^s doom ? 

59 Tune, Woodland. 

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care. 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer, 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear. 
And all his promises to plead. 
Where none but God can hear. 

3 1 love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore. 
And all my cares and sorrows cast, 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I lov<^ by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 


60 Tune, Valiant SoldUr 

1 Ye valiant soldiers of the cross, 

Ye happy, praying band. 
Though in this world you suffer loss, 
You'll reach fair Canaan's land. 

Let us never mind the scoffs nor the 

frowns of the world. 
For we all have the cross to bear, 
It will only made the crown the bright- 
er to shine, 
When we have the crown to wear. 

2 All earthly.pleasures we'll forsake, 

When heaven appears in view, 
In Jesus' strength we'll undertake 
To fight our passage through. 
Let us never mind the scoffs, &c. 

Tune, I want to he an Ang^l 
We all must speak for Jesus, 

Who hath redemption wrought. 
Who gave us peace and pardon. 

Which by his blood he bought. 
We all must speak for Jesus 

To show how much we owe 
To him who died to save us 
From death and endless woe. 

2 We all must speak for Jesus, 

Where'er our lot may fall. 
To brothers, sisters, neighbors, 

In cottage and in hall. 
We all must speak for Jesu?«, 

The world in darkness lies, 
With him against the mighty 

Together we must rise. 




62 Tune, Shining Shore. 

1 My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, 
Those hours of toil and danger. 


For now we stand on Jordan's strand, 
Our friends are passing over ; 

And just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear 

Our heavenly home discerning ; 
Our absent Lord has left us word, 
Let every lamp be burning. 
For now we stand, &c. 

2 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
We need not cease our singing ; 
That perfect rest naught can molest 
Where golden harps are ringing. 
For now we stand, &c. 

4 Let Sorrow's rudest tempest blow. 
Each chord on earth to sever, 
Our King says come, and there's our home, 
Forever ! Oh, forever 1 

For now we stand, &c. 

63 Tune, Shall we meet 

1 Shall we meet beyond the river. 

Where the surges cease to roll, 
Where in all the bright forever, 
Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul ? 

2 Shall we meet in that blest harbor, 

When our stormy voyage is o'er ? 
Shall we meet and cast the anchor, 
By the fair celestial shore ? 


8 Shall we meet with many a loved one, 
That was torn from our embrace ? 
Shall we listen to their voices, 
And behold them face to face ? 

4 Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour, 
When he comes to claim his own ? 
Shall we know his blessed favor, 
And sit down upon his throne ? 

Tune, The Gross, 
Behold ! behold I the Lamb of God, 

On the cross, on the cross I 
For you he shed his precious blood. 

On the cross, on the cross ! 
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, 
While J esus doth atonement make — 
While Jesus suffers for our sake, 
On the cross, on the cross. 

2 Come, sinners, see him lifted up, . 

On the cross, on the cross ! 
He drinks for you the bitter cup. 

On the cross, on the cross I 
To heaven he turns his languid eyes ; 
'Tis finished! now the Conqueror cries, 
Then bows his sacred head and dies. 

On the cross, on the cross ! 

3 Where'er I go. Til tell the story 

Of the cross, of the cross ! 
In nothing else my soul shall glory, 

Save the cross, save the cross I 
Yes, this my constant theme shall be, 
Through time and in eternity, 
That Jesus suffered death for me. 

On the cross, on the cross 1 




65 L. M, 

1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay. 

Though I have done thee such despite ; 
Cast not a sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all who e'er thy grace received, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved 

3 Yet, 0, the chief of sinners spare, 

In honor of my great High Priest ; 
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 

4 My weary soul, God, release ; 

Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; 
0, guide me into perfect peace, 

And bring me to the promised land. 

C. K 

Let saints below in concert sing 

With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King 

In heaven and earth are one. 

One family, we dwell in him : 

One church above, beneath : 
Though now divided by the stream — 

The narrow stream — of death. 

One drmy of the li ving God, 

To his command we bow ; 
Part of the host have crossed the flood, 

And part are crossing now. 

E'en now to their eternal home 

Some happy spirits fly ; 
And we are to the margin come, 

And soon expect to die. 







S. M. 

1 My soul be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 O, watch, and fight, and pray ; 

The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 

Nor lay thine armor down ; 
Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
He'll take thee at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. Heath. 

1 Show pity. Lord : Lord, forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live : 

Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace ; 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound : 
So let thy pardoning love be found. 

3 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

4 Yet save a trembling sinner. Lord 1 
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 


L. M 



Tune, Devotion 

1 Jesus! lover of my soul, 

Let me to thy bosom fly. 
While the raging billows roll. 

While the tempest still is high ; 
Hide me, 0, my Saviour I hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 

0, receive my soul at last 1 

2 Other refuge have I none, — 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee I 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone I 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stayed ; 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

3 Thou, Christ, art all I want ; 

All and all in thee I find ; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is thy name, 

I am all unrighteousness ; 
Vile, and full of sin I am. 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

1 Come, we that love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord. 
And thus surround the' throne. 

2 The sorrows of the mind 

' Be banished from the place ; 
Religion never was designed 
To make our pleasures less. 


S. M. 


3 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

4 Then let our songs abound. 

And every tear be dry ; 
We're marching thro' Immanuers ground, 
To fairer worlds on high. 

71 Tune, Homeward Bound. 

1 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride — 

We're homeward bound ; 
Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide — 

We're homeward bound ; 
Far from the safe, quiet harbor we've rode. 
Seeking our Father's celestial abode, 
Promise of which on us each he bestowed — 

We're homeward bound. 

2 We'll tell the world, as we journey along, 

We're homeward bound ; 
Try to persuade them to enter our throng — 

We're homeward bound : 
Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed, 
Join in our number. Oh come and be Ijlest : 
Journey with us to the mansions of rest — 

We're homeward bound. 

3 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide — 

We're home at last ; 
Softly we drift on its bright silver tide — 

We're home at last : 
Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er ; 
We stand secure on the glorified sixore ; 
Glory to God, we will shout evermore ; 

We're home at last. 



1 I LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee, my 

Lord ; 

I Jove thee my Saviour, I love thee, my 
God ; 

I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost 

But how much I love thee, I never can show. 

2 I'm happy, I'm happy, wondrous account ! 
My joys are immortal, I stand on the Mount ! 
I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there 
With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. 

3 Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest I 
My life and salvation, my joy and my rest ! 

. Thy name be my theme, and thy love be m}^ 

Thy grace shall inspire both my heart and my 

73 Tune, Just Now, 

1 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 

Come to Jesus just now ; 
Just now, come to Jesus., 
Come to Jesus just now. 

2 He will save you, he will save you, 

He will save you just now ; 
Just now, he will save you. 
He will save you just now. 

3 Don't reject him, don't reject him, 

Don't reject him, just now ; 
Just now, don't reject him, 
Don't reject him just now. 

4 Only trust him, only trust him, 

Only trust him, just now ; 
Just now, only trust him. 
Only trust him just now. 



1 FOR a faith that will not shrink, 

Though pressM by every foe ; 
That will not tremble on the brink * 
Of any earthly woe ; — 

2 That will not murmur nor complain 

Beneath the chast'ning rod, 
But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
Will lean upon its God ; — 

8 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
And then, what^er may come, 
We'll taste e'en here, the hallow'd bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

75 Tune, Gome ye Sinners. 

1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy. 

Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
Jesus ready stands to save you. 
Full of pity, love, and power : 

He is able, 
He is willing : doubt no more. 

2 Let not conscience make you linger ; 

Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him : 

This he gives you, — 
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam 

3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden. 

Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
If you tarry till you're better. 
You will never come at all ; 

Not the righteous. 
Sinners, Jesus came to call. 


76 Tune, Shall we know each other there ? 

1 When we hoar the music ringing 

In the bright celestial dome, 
When sweet angel voices singing 

Gladly bid us welcome home, 
To the land of ancient story, 

Where the spirit knows no care, 
In that land of light and glory, 

Shall we know each other there ? 


Shall we know each other ? 
Shall we know each other ? 
Shall we know each other ? 
Shall we know each other there ? 

2 When the holy angels meet us, 

As we go to join their band ; 
^ Shall we know the friends that greet us 

In the glorious Spirit-land ? 
Shall we see the same eyes shining 

On us as in days of yore ? 
Shall we feel their dear arms twining 

Fondly round us as before ? 

8 ye weary, sad, and tossM ones, 
Droop not, faint not, by the way ! 
Ye shall join the lov^d and just ones 

In the land of perfect day ! 
Harp-strings, touchM by angel fingers, 

Murmured in my raptured ear ; 
Evermore their sweet song lingers, 
We shSll know each other there/' 
We shall know each other. 
We shall know each other. 
We shall know each other. 
We shall know each other there. 


Tune, Lenox, 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 
The gladly-solemn sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

Jesus, our great High Priest, 
Hath full atonement made : 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls be glad : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

Extol the Lamb of God, — 

The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in his blood. 

Throughout the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners home. 

78 Tune, Shall we sing 

1 Shall we sing in heaven forever — 

Shall we sing ? 
Shall we sing in heaven forever, 
In that happy land ? 
Yes I yes I in that land, that happy land, 
They that meet shall sing forever. 
Far beyond the rolling river. 
Meet to sing and love forever. 
In that happy land ! 

2 Shall we know each other ever 

In that land ? * 
Shall we know each other ever 
In that happy land ? 
Yes ! yes ! in tiiat land, that happy land, 
They that meet shall know each other. 
Far beyond, etc. 



79 Tune, When shall I see Jesus f 

1 0, WHEN shall I see Jesus, 

And dwell with him above ? 
To drink the flowing fountains 

Of everlasting love ? 
When shall I be delivered 

From this vain world of sin, 
And with my blessed Jesus, 

Drink endless pleasures in ? 

2 Through grace I am determine 

To conquer, .though I die, 
And then away to Jesus 

On wings of love 1^11 fly ; 
Farewell to sin and sorrow, 

I bid you all adieu ; 
And you, my friends, prove faithful, 

And on your way pursue. 

3 0, do not be discouraged. 

For Jesus is your friend. 
And if you lack for knowledge, 

He'll not refuse to lend ; 
Neither will he upbraid you. 

Though ofttimes you request ; 
He'll give you grace to conquer. 

And ta*ke you home to rest. 

80 • Tune, The Sinner's Resohe 

1 Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast 

A thousand thoughts revolve — 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve : 

2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know his courts, I'll enter in. 
Whatever may oppose. 

• 3 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

4 I can but perish if I go ; 
I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. 

Tune, The JJappy Land 

1 There is a happy land. 

Far, far away — 
Where saints in glory stand, 

Bright, bright as day ; 
how they sweetly sing, 
Worthy is our Saviour King; 
Loud let his praises ring 

For evermore. 

2 Come to this happy land. 

Come, come away ; 
Why will ye doubting stand ? 

Why still delay ? 
0, we shall happy be, 
When, from sin and sorrow free, 
Lord, we shall live with thee. 
Blest evermore. 

3 Bright in that happy land. 

Beams every eye : 
Kept by a Father's hand, 

Love cannot'die. 
0, then, to glory run: 
Be a crown and kingdom won ; 
And bright above the sun. 

Reign evermore. 


82 0. M 

1 That awful day will surely come, 

The appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys. 

Thou ruler of my heart. 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the word, — Depart I 

3 What ! to be banished from my Lord, 

And yet forbid to die ; 
To linger in eternal pain. 
And death forever fly ! — 

4 wretched state of deep despair, 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love. 

The judgment day is rolling on, 
The judgment day is rolling on, 
The judgment day is rolling on. 
Prepare to meet thy God. 


1 There's a light in the window for thee, 


There's a light in the window for thee ; 
A dear one has moved to the mansion above, 
There's a light in the window for thee. 
Oho. — A mansion in heaven we see. 

And a light in the window for thee ; 

A mansion in heaven we see. 

And a light in the window for thee. 

2 There's a crown, and a robe, and a palm, 


When from toil and from care you are free ; 
The Saviour has gone to prepare you a noma ; 
With a light in the window for thee. 


84 TuNE; Triumph, 

1 Joyfully, joyfully onward I move, 
Bound for the land of bright spirits above ; 
Angelic choristers sing as I come, 

Joyfally, joyfully haste to thy home.'' 
Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below, 
Home to that land of delight will I go ; 
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, 
Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 

2 Friends fondly cherished have passed on be- 

fore ; 

Waiting, they watch me approaching the 
shore ; 

Singing, to cheer me through death's chill- 
ing gloom. 
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 

Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear ; 

Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ! 

Kings with the harmony heaven's high 

Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 

85 Tune, We'll Stem the Storm. 

1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and fear'd no more. 

3 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be forever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father^s face, 
And in his bosom rest ? 



Tune, Beautiful Zion, 

1 Beautiful Zion, built above, 
Beautiful city, that I love. 
Beautiful gates of pearly white, 
Beautiful temple, — God its light I 

. He who was slain on Calvary 
Opens those pearly gates to me. 

2 Beautiful crowns on every brow. 
Beautiful palms the conquerors show, 
Beautiful robes the ransomM wear, 
Beautiful all who enter there I 
Thither I press with eager feet ; 
There shall my rest be long and sweet. 

3 Beautiful throne for Christ our King, 
Beautiful songs the angels sing. 
Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, 
Beautiful home of perfect peace I 
There shall my eyes the Saviour see ; 
Haste to this heavenly home with me. 

1 When shall we meet again ? 

Meet ne^er to sever ? 
When will peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever ? 
Our hearts will ne^er repose. 
Safe from each blast that blows, 
In this dark vale of woes. 

Never, no, never ; no, no, never. 

2 Soon shall we meet again, 

Meet ne^er to sever ; 
Soon will peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever. 
Our hearts will then repose 
Safe from all worldly woes ; 
Our days of praise shall close, 

Npver, no, never : no, no, never. 


6's & 6's. 


88 8's & r&. 

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing. 

Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above : 
Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it ; 

Mount of thy redeeming love ! 

2 Here Til raise mine Ebenezer : 

Hither by thy help Vm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger. 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger. 

Interposed his precious blood. 

8 I to grace how great a debtor ^ 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee : 
Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it — 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, take and seal it — 

Seal it for thy courts above. 

89 C. M. 

1 Delightful task I young souls to win, 
And turn the rising race 
From the deceitful paths of sin, 
To seek redeeming grace. 


Happy the spirit, released from its clay • . 53 
Haste, O sinner 24 

In all my Lord's ....... 102 

In the Christian's home 33 

I love to steal awhile *»#... 59 

I love thee, I love the© . . , . . 72 
I'm a pilgrim . . • • • . .27 

I'm not ashamed to own . . • . . 42 

I was a wandering sheep . • . • . 35 

Is there no hope . . • . • • . 95 

Jesus, and shall it ever be . • • . . 25 

Jesus, I my cross have taken 19 

Jesus sought me ...... 55 

Jesus, where'er thy people . . . . .101 

Jerusalem, my happy home • . • • 14 

Joyfully, joyfully, • . 84 

Just as I am 2G 

Let saints below . . • • • • .66 
Lord, dismiss us 91 
Lord, I hear of showers . • • • .15 

Mary to the Saviour's tomb • • . . . 18 

Must Jesus bear the cross 6 

My days are gliding 62 

My faith looks up to thee . . • . . 36 

My heavenly home ....... 50 

My soul, be on thy guard ..... 67 

Nay, I cannot let thee go 37 

Nearer, my God, to thee . • . . .21 
Not all the blood of beasts . s . . .107 
Nothing either great or small . • . .17 
Now the Saviour stands 10 

Oh, could I speak the 23 

Oh happy day 29 

Oh ! how happy are they 43 

O, for a closer walk , 7 

for a faith 74 


When the harvest is past 58 

When thou, my righteous 40 

When thy mortal life is fled . . . . . 49 

When shall we meet again . • • . 87 

When we go up the shining streets • • . 108 

When we hear the music . . • . • 76 

While life prolongs 103 

Ye valiant soldiers 60 

Yes, we part, but not • • • • • 98 

Bringing in Sheaves. 

By Rev. A. B. EARLE. 

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